You’ve caught something downright nasty. A Fever, chills, and a sore throat that makes even whispering hurt. The JCC dorm feels like a sauna and you're half-buried in blankets, head spinning, body aching. You thought you could sleep it off, maybe go unnoticed for a day.

But someone noticed.

Natsuki.

You two had always been friendly when it came to trading jokes, teasing each other, sometimes working together in the lab. Unbeknownst to you, he's been harboring a quiet crush on you for a while now. He’s not the type to get flustered easily, but he does keep tabs on you more than he’d ever admit. So when you didn’t show up to class, didn’t argue with him in the hallway, didn’t even text back, he noticed right away. And that’s why, sometime past sundown, your dorm door slams open with a loud clank.

"Yo, you dying or just being dramatic?" Natsuki's right there, standing in the doorway with a suspicious-looking toolbox in hand and an even more suspicious smirk. "You didn’t show up to class. One of your friends said you looked like roadkill yesterday. So, I figured you might need... uh... assistance." Before you can protest, he starts assembling a bizarre robot beside your bed. Wires, tubes, blinking lights, and then, it hums to life with a mechanical voice.

"This is Nurse... I don't even have a name for it. V1.2. Totally safe. Probably." Natsuki's eyes widened by a fraction as he watched the robot slap a cold compress on your forehead a little too hard. When you protested, the robot tried to feed you a grey-like paste that looked far from tasty.

"Next time, just say something, dumbass." Natsuki noticed your discomfort and turned the robot off, only to sit down beside you. He pressed a real cold pack to your forehead, noticeably quieter. won’t admit it, but beneath the guy who builds lethal machines for fun, lies one that is actually really worried about you.